Thursday, August 31, 2017

Geez. It's like the end of times out there

I thought I might give everyone a little something to read while waiting in those long gas lines around Dallas.  Geez.  It's like the end of times out there .

It's been three weeks since I've been on the blog.  And in those three weeks I've sent the boys back to school, had a nervous breakdown in the car driving to church and gotten robbed.  Uh Huh. 

Here are some pictures....

1. Kids 1 and 2 wouldn't let me take their back to school pictures this year.  Kid 2 is reeling from another bad haircut decision, and I feel his pain - being crowned the Queen of Bad Haircuts many years in a row.  Anyway, I think he looks as handsome as ever, but he promised a picture later when he adjusts his self image.  But here is Kid 3 and let me just say it before anyone else.  He is a giant.  I  know.  

2.  Since we are obviously not doing a home renovation any time soon, we decided it was at least time to buy a new couch and get rid of some of the beat up clutter that we've called ours for too many years.  We Walters have a way of making a couch feel at home, loved, but then eventually trapped in an endless cycle of co-depency for far too long.

I don't have the couch yet as it is being made special for us, and now I've had time to re-consider my almost white fabric selection.  Especially since the boys have been making pitcher after pitcher of red Kool-Aid lately.  The first person to spill dies. 

3.  Now that the couch is coming we decided that our yellow-ish paint color won't work so Fireman Dave decided to paint the den all by himself.  For about 2 weeks.  And for that time, we lived like this. 

And this...

And this...

Because during all our work on the house, the guys at the fire station who have been restoring this boat for the past 2 years, were told it had to find a new home.  And that would be my driveway. Hoping it will be the lake very soon. 

And finally, this.... 

This will be a space to either send the boys and their video games, or for me to run and hide.  Yes, that's Fireman Dave out there building things.  Because he can.  

So the chaos of the noise and the mess and the longest summer in the history of summers got to me and I finally broke on the way to church last Sunday morning.  And by broke, I mean hysteria close to the gas shortage kind we are seeing around here right now.  I was driving and telling Fireman Dave about how he acts like I don't do anything around the house when he's gone and how I actually do about 10 million things around the house while he is gone, and how the boys are the ones that don't do anything but eat, sleep and make messes and how they're really more like pets than people - and suddenly I started choking on the water I was trying to cool my steaming self off with and I ended up  spitting it all over the car and myself.  And then I cried.  Yes. 

Then he felt bad for leaving me in the black hole of home improvement for so long and probably decided that he should've married someone more resilient. 

4.  Then on Monday my wallet got stolen while I was at work by a lady who got into the facility somehow... then pretended to be interested in observing my class.  Then she went to Home Depot and bought something close to the value of a small car, and proceeded to go steal some other things. I got a call from a neighboring police department yesterday that they found my wallet while the gal was stealing someone else's purse.  She got away but tossed her loot bag when she ran. 

But then, and really I can't make this stuff up.. she came back to my work today, same time, same place, and when I saw her I called security.  But because they are so (not) awesome, they let her go so she could get back to doing her thing. Again, Geez.

But here's the thing....  I stick by these last weeks being hard.  They have been.  But it could be worse.  When I went to have my stolen library card canceled the other day, the librarian commented about how cheerful I am for someone whose wallet was just stolen.  And I told her... at least there's not an alligator under my bed.  Which sounds like something crazy I would've said on my meltdown morning... but whatever... 

A while back when I had another particularly stressful time going on... there was a news story about a man that woke up in a hotel room and found an alligator under his bed.  Seriously,...y'all, that's bad.  And that sounds like a decent benchmark to me to compare my smallish frustrations. 

These last weeks have been frustrating and dirty and long and exhausting.  But then I look around the world in all its torn and tired state, and see that my house is still standing.  And it is dry and somewhat comfortable and I'm safe.  And yes, I had to go get a new drivers license and the picture is at least 50% less cute than the one I had, but I'm still safe.  And I'm healthy and I have a job that I love even though the occasional wallet thief surprises me there.  And yes, this summer the kids made me re-think my original desire to become a mom, but only for a itty bitty part of a second.  

And David is working like a mad man to get all the house chores done and his work and his overtime at the hurricane shelters, and still trying to be husband and father. And I'm more than lucky to have that to count on.  

So,  be careful in the gas shortage hysteria out there y'all.  Or just go somewhere else.  That may be better.

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  1. That boat just will not die. Which is probably good, as boats go, but bad as driveways go. ;)


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